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i feel like George The Animal Steele.

i hope to god you're not a turnbuckle
flash the length of my tongue
often forgetting that this used to be fun
it's just,
enjoyment seemed to dull being surrounded by brawn
so far gone, or it's possible my teeth are too long
i mull it over over ice cream bars, yes i am him
biting the heads off doinks and hillbilly jim's
and anybody else for emphasis
a primitive nemesis
entirely void of contemporary references